I've spent most of today at the beachhut. I paddled in the sea a couple of times and read a lot, too. But the thing I wanted to talk about here is that of the role of the father.

About 1048 weeks ago my parents were in in some bed, car or haystack and doing what they were, they agreed to and accepted the roles of mother and father for the rest of their lives.

So, you can imagine my surprise when my Dad today neglected his role and refused to join me on the beach to throw stones mindlessly into the sea. I was most upset and totally distraught.

It's disgusting to think that he values the book he's reading about his son. I really hope he doesn't think his days of nurturing and caring for me are over, otherwise the last shock will be on him.

[And yes, this post is only here because I know at some point my parents will read it. Hello to the both of you.]